El Diablo

Player: @First Player

NAME: Ángel Santana
KNOWN ALIASES: El Diablo
AGE: 22
PLACE OF BIRTH: Durango, Mexico
ABILITIES:

• Fire Manipulation
• Dark Magic Spellcasting
• Enhanced physical attributes
• Flight

Ángel Santana led a simple life. He was a twenty-one-year-old line cook, juggling school, bills, and an abuela who worried more than she should. Nights were long. Tempers in his neighborhood were short. One night, while walking home after a double shift, he got in the middle of the wrong argument in the wrong alley. The fight wasn’t meant for him, but bullets don't care about intentions.

He remembers the thud-thud in his chest, the heat, the pavement—then a strange sense of calm as His pulse faltered. The world dimmed.

Then came the second pulse. Not his own. Something ancient pressed against him in the dark space between heartbeats. Not a voice, not words—more like a furnace exhaling straight into his ribs. Azagario—an infernal creature akin to a demon offered him life in exchange for shelter within his chest. He accepted before he could think, and the demon slammed into him like a second, burning heart. It reignited his pulse and dragged him screaming back into the world of the living. and woke up on a stretcher with smoke curling from his lips and paramedics calling him a miracle. But he knew better.

After that, the Azagario lingered inside his chest like a second heartbeat—hotter, heavier, impatient. Its fire leaked into his nerves until his hands grew warm enough to fog windows from across the room. Whenever his emotions spiked—fear, anger, even laughter—the flame threatened to slip out, flickering under his skin like burning seams. Azagario simmered inside him, nudging heat into his veins, teaching him scraps of dark magic whenever his guard slipped. Flames answered his emotions. Shadows bent when he muttered curses. Spells hovered at the edges of his mind like words in a forgotten language he somehow remembered. He tried to hide it—pretending at normalcy, holding down shifts, laughing with family—while secretly terrified of burning everything he touched.

The façade shattered when a local crew cornered him and his twelve-year-old cousin Mateo in the same alley where Ángel had died. Thinking Ángel was a snitch—or a ghost—they pulled a knife on the kid. Ángel hesitated to use his powers, afraid of what he might unleash. That hesitation almost got Mateo killed.

And then Azagario took over. Flames erupted from Ángel in a blazing shockwave that sent the attackers fleeing with scorched clothes and blistered skin. The concrete cracked beneath his feet. And Mateo, trembling in his arms, looked at him not with relief—but with fear.

Ángel realized the bitter truth: if he didn’t learn to control the fire, it would control him. If he didn’t hide who he was, his family would always be in danger. And if nobody else was going to confront the darkness in the streets, then he’d have to—before the demon’s restlessness pushed him toward something far worse.

Azagario, ever the smug passenger, rumbles contentedly inside him—delighted to see its angel finally fall into the shadows.

🔥FIre Control & Manipulation

Ángel’s fire manipulation isn’t just pyrotechnics—it’s Azagario’s breath moving through his bloodstream. The flames he summons are scorching, fast, and strangely responsive to emotion. When he focuses, he can shape fire into arcs, bursts, or tight streams, even ignite parts of his body without burning himself. When he loses control, the blaze grows wild and almost alive, flaring with the demon’s mood as much as his own. His fire burns hotter than anything natural, capable of melting metal, cracking stone, and leaving scorched symbols where he stands. It’s a gift he treats like holding a live grenade with a temper.

💀Dark Magic
With Azagario's possession comes the ability to wield dark magic as a weapon. Azagario slips spells into Ángel’s mind like fragments of forgotten songs—summoning circles he instinctively sketches, sigils he speaks without understanding, curses that bend light, heat, or shadow in ways that make physics look away politely. He can disrupt electronics, snuff out light, magnify fear, and open tiny rifts of infernal energy that flash like embers in the air. The magic is always tempting him to go further, whispering that every spell gets easier if he just lets the demon take the reins. Ángel refuses—but the whispers keep coming.

😈Enhanced Physiology
The demon’s presence has rewired Ángel’s body into something tougher and sharper. His reflexes jump like sparked wires; his muscles can handle heat, force, and impacts that would kill a normal man. His heart beats like a contained furnace, pumping strength through him in short, volatile bursts. He can sprint faster, jump higher, and fight harder than any untrained human his size, though pushing too far stirs Azagario’s influence and risks letting the demon seep into his movements. Ángel walks a razor line every night—too human to be a monster, too changed to ever be just human again.